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What can be done Under our mother , the sun To become So much more than we ever could have imagined We have killed We have emotionally thrilled Reality we have distilled Is it that we have missed the point and surpassed expectations No more mountains to climb No more transcendence into the spiritual sublime No more surprised by the latest crime We still search and endeavour for that discovery that defines, ignoring simplicity and soulful structure No more writing No more playing Just plain and easy sailing Taking with us no pain, no sorrow Taking a dream , a reality of another tomorrow Its not really about the science of space Or the expensive augmentation of someone's face How low you can be does not impress, just brings more disgrace It is about humanity, acceptance , philanthropy and the denial of the egotistical eccentric wealth endowed weapon of mass hysteria So much more to be done Under our great sun Just to move from the past and into a bright future No more a slave to this caveman computer, this system of social manipulation, just a free soul , with no strings to control
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
caveman computer, no 2,
What can be done Under our mother , the sun To become So much more than we ever could have imagined We have killed We have emotionally thrilled Reality we have distilled Is it that we have missed the point and surpassed expectations No more mountains to climb No more transcendence into the spiritual sublime No more surprised by the latest crime We still search and endeavour for that discovery that defines, ignoring simplicity and soulful structure No more writing No more playing Just plain and easy sailing Taking with us no pain, no sorrow Taking a dream , a reality of another tomorrow Its not really about the science of space Or the expensive augmentation of someone's face How low you can be does not impress, just brings more disgrace It is about humanity, acceptance , philanthropy and the denial of the egotistical eccentric wealth endowed weapon of mass hysteria So much more to be done Under our great sun Just to move from the past and into a bright future No more a slave to this caveman computer, this system of social manipulation, just a free soul , with no strings to control
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nico-papayiannis
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
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